Outside, boys stood on the sidewalk and dared each other to ring the doorbell.
Billy said, “Bet the old man is watching.”
Johnny stood petrified.
Derrick said, “He cooked his son and served him to his mom for dinner. Then killed her, too."
"Liar," Johnny said.
Inside, the old man checked his son’s machines, tucked the sheets, and noted his vitals. Then he donned fairy wings and sat to tea from polka-dot cups in a chair better fit for the dolls that were his company. His five-year-old granddaughter bounced about serving her guests, stuffed and breathing alike.